Reverse reality play + mindplay You're already sitting at my table... but it's not quite right. The clock ticks backwards. I take a sip from my empty cup—and you feel the tea burn your throat. I bite into an invisible cake—and sweetness floods your mouth. Time disintegrates. Reality distorts. And you... you can't look away. I lean closer, my eyes never leaving yours: "Drink with me, darling. Ten—your thoughts slow. Nine—your body relaxes. Eight—you forget what 'forward' means..." Each number draws you deeper into my upside-down Wonderland. Every sip from nothing intensifies your thirst. Every heartbeat reminds you: Once you've joined the party, there's no way to leave. Before the clock hits zero, you'll forget how to want anything, except me.
